Prompt for Freya -
I can't promise you fair sky above, can't promise you kind road below, but I'll walk beside you, love, any way the wind blows.
"The poet that never rests"
Freya smiled as Lucien spoke. She'd been unsure for a while now on how she felt about him. Her family was telling her one thing but the beating in her chest somehow told her another. A conflict she hadn't wished to come across so soon to reuniting with her family, putting herself at stake to lose them all over again if she admitted her fondness.
"I hope this isn't a line you use on every woman" raised eyebrows "because it's rather meaningful, and I'd hate for you to now admit that it was something recycled" Especially to the witch that could melt his brain in an instant.